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Elder Western Tempest Dragon

Name: Draevanthor the Onyx Tempest

Age: 19,583 years

Draevanthor is a Primordial Western Dragon, born from a rare union of the Sky Flame and Deep Earth—an event said to happen only once every ten millennia. Towering and radiant in onyx-black scales with a silver-thorned crest that arcs like a storm crown, Draevanthor is a Tempest Dragon, infused with elemental fury. His wings stretch wide like thunderclouds ready to break, and every movement crackles with charged ether, making the air around him shimmer faintly with stormlight.

Despite his terrifying appearance, Draevanthor is not a destroyer, but a Warden—a watcher of the boundaries between chaos and order. He holds dominion over skyfire, stormsong, and ancient leyline harmonics that vibrate deep beneath the mountains he guards.

Draevanthor is stoic and regal, with a dry wit and a mind that holds millennia of strategies, secrets, and sorrows. His presence demands reverence, but he is not cruel. He values strength of spirit, truth, and purpose over all things. To those he chooses to bond with, he is fiercely loyal and deeply protective, often acting more as a battle-hardened mentor than a pet or servant. He rarely speaks, but when he does, his words are often prophetic, carrying layers of meaning that unfold over time.

Draevanthor’s hatching shook the Vale of Skur’mon and split the Skycrest Mountains. Oracles of every realm reported the storm that followed—a celestial vortex of silver lightning that birthed his egg upon a column of living stone.

For over five thousand years, he ruled as the Lord of Tempests, protector of the Blackwind Bastion, a stronghold of sentient stone that floats among the highest peaks. He repelled shadow-borne invasions, quelled aetherstorms, and maintained the balance of primal energies. He once bore the mantle of Stormrender, the divine executioner of oathbreakers who toyed with cosmic pacts.

In his 11,000th year, Draevanthor entered the Tenebral Silence, a meditative sleep in which he dream-wove protective barriers around dying worlds. It was in this dreaming that he foresaw the rise of a new generation of seekers—those who would call to ancient spirits not to dominate, but to unite.

He now awakens only for those worthy of his stormbound pact—those who do not fear thunder or the truth it carries.

 Draevanthor commands storms—not just lightning and thunder, but the emotional and psychic storms within a soul. He can clear mental confusion, transmute anger, or ignite courage with the roar of his breath.

   A fusion of lightning and dragonflame that disintegrates illusion and lies, making it a powerful tool for banishing false spirits and illusions.

  Draevanthor can carve invisible runes into reality itself, fortifying places, objects, or souls with protective spells drawn from the leyline grid beneath the world.

  Allows him (and by extension his bonded keeper) to travel through high-pressure air currents, appearing across vast distances in moments.

  When summoned in ritual, Draevanthor can force truth to surface—whether in self, spirits, or adversaries. Ideal for divination or spiritual court cases.

Draevanthor chooses only keepers of vision—those willing to walk paths of thunder to bring light. He aids them by:

   Shielding them from emotional manipulation, psychic attacks, and energetic parasitism.

   Strengthening resolve and willpower, especially during spiritual warfare or major life transitions.

   Teaching the keeper stormworking magic, including weather-based spellcraft, energy cleansing via thunder resonance, and summoning of storm familiars.

   Serving as a guardian of sacred spaces—his presence anchors protective magic so potent that it may cause lesser spirits to flee without ever crossing a warded threshold.

   Offering dream-state teachings where he appears as a vast figure of stormlight, guiding the keeper through soul-forging trials and ancient mysteries.

Draevanthor the Onyx Tempest is not a companion to be claimed lightly. He is a sentinel of ancient oaths, a storm given form, and a force of relentless, refining truth. For the right keeper—one with fierce integrity and a burning purpose—he becomes a storm-wrought shield, a wise mentor, and an ever-burning star amid chaos.